Little Savages
Hungry little savages attack the bedroom rug,
assaulting the tassels as they sortie for a bug.
They pounce upon the jingling ball, climb the sliding screen,
finding potential nourishment in everything they’ve seen.
They fall upon the kitten food and empty out their dishes,
inspecting corners of their bowls–stray morsels now their wishes.
Tidily lick my fingers, tongues curling from their lips,
mining me for fish oil caught in whorls of fingertips.
They can find adventure in anything you’d name—
pursuing errant crickets is like stalking wild game.
Every moving thing around is something to be followed—
to be toyed with, then when humans enter, quickly swallowed.
Frisky little savages win every hunting game.
They pounce upon their victim—live or plastic is the same.
They stalk their largest quarry as though they have a map—
track it down and take a leap and curl up in my lap!
(Click on first photo to enlarge all.)
The prompt word today was savage.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
That is a very nice tribute to your new family members. They appear to be very well adjusted, one thing about cats, they always land on their feet, many people don’t do that.
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How are you doing, Leland?
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How cute they are! Great poem too!
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They are awesomely cute! But watch out when they’ve grown a bit — they’ll be no less savage!
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Da kittums!! Da kittums!!
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Oh oh. You’ve got the bug. I heard myself talking to them on a Youtube video I took and was soooooo embarrassed. I sound ridiculous, and yet can’t remember to talk to them in any other voice.
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I know, it’s embarrassing. But they are so darn cute!
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I know. Take you right back to 5 years old. Can’t help it.
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yeah real savages ……
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